Page 62 of Shadow Waltz
I whimpered, swallowing around Yuri’s cock, loving the way he moaned and cursed in Russian, hips stuttering as I worked my tongue along the sensitive ridge. Maksim pulled me back to him, feeding me his cock again, using my mouth as he pleased.
They passed me between them, making a game of it, never letting me get used to one taste or touch before switching. Dmitri watched, eyes dark with pride and arousal, stroking himself as he observed his friends use me.
“On your back,” Yuri commanded suddenly, pulling me down onto the bed. They surrounded me, cocks looming over my face, their bodies blocking out the light. Maksim straddled my chest, his balls heavy against my collarbone, cock bobbing in front of my lips. Yuri knelt by my head, smearing precome across my cheek, while Dmitri claimed my legs, spreading them wide, fingers pressing into my thighs.
Maksim grinned down at me. “Let’s see how much you can handle, huh?”
I opened wide, letting Maksim feed me his cock, deep and slow, as Yuri pressed his against my lips, demanding attention. I sucked and licked, tongue darting between them, spit and precome making everything slick and filthy. They stroked themselves over my face, laughing, taking turns thrusting into my mouth, making me gag and moan, tears running down my cheeks.
Dmitri worked my legs apart, his hands everywhere—squeezing my ass, massaging my thighs, fingers dipping between my cheeks to tease my hole. He pressed in close, tongue flickingover my entrance, licking me open, then spitting to make it even wetter. “You like being filled, little one?” he asked, voice wicked. “You want all of us inside you?”
I nodded, even as my mouth was stuffed with cock, eyes wide and pleading, hips lifting off the bed, desperate for anything they’d give me. My body burned, every nerve raw and hungry, the attention, the use, the filth all blurring into one dizzying high.
Yuri pulled back, grabbing my chin, making me look at him. “You’re going to make us come, pretty boy. Make us spill all over your face, in your mouth, wherever we want. You’ll swallow every drop, won’t you?”
I nodded again, moaning, letting him slide back into my mouth, sucking him deep, making him groan and curse and buck his hips.
Maksim fed me his cock, one hand squeezing my throat just enough to make me lightheaded, the other tangling in my hair. “Fuck, you’re good. Maybe we keep you for ourselves.”
The laughter was rough and mean, but I leaned into it, giving them what they wanted, playing my role to perfection. I switched from one cock to the other, tongue working, jaw aching, spit running down my neck, making a show of loving every filthy second.
Dmitri didn’t let up, fingers working my hole, stretching me, teasing but not giving me release. He slid two fingers inside, crooking them to hit that spot that made my back arch and my cock throb. “You’re leaking, Ash. Making a mess on the sheets. Such a needy slut.”
I whimpered, mouth full, trying to push back, desperate for more. He laughed, cruel and adoring, biting my thigh, leaving another mark.
Yuri flipped me onto my stomach, pressing his palm between my shoulder blades, holding me in place while he fumbled in the bedside drawer.
“Look at you,” Yuri purred, spreading my cheeks wide, using both hands to massage the lube into my hole, rubbing it in circles, pushing just enough to make me squirm. “So eager, so ready. You want to be used, you want us to stretch you open, don’t you?”
I nodded, cheek pressed to the sheets, spit smearing across my lips. My voice was ruined, but I managed a hoarse, “Yes. Please. Want it so bad.”
Maksim slid in beside me, naked, his body a wall of heat and muscle, hand stroking my hair. “He’s drooling for it, Yuri. Look at that messy little mouth.”
Dmitri pressed a kiss to my spine, kneeling between my legs, his cock hard and leaking against my thigh. “Slow, boys. We want to watch him come undone first.”
Yuri pressed two lubed fingers into me, working them slow and deep, making me gasp and clench, thighs trembling. He scissored them, stretching me wide, twisting and curling, finding every spot that made my hips jerk. Maksim slid his hand down, catching the drool from my chin, smearing it over my cock, making it even slicker.
“You’re a mess, Ash. Drooling, leaking, desperate. How many cocks do you think you can take tonight?” Maksim teased, voice full of wicked delight.
I swallowed, pride and humiliation warring inside me. “As many as you want,” I managed, glancing up at the camera, letting whoever was watching see every filthy detail.
Yuri added a third finger, twisting and spreading me open, pushing more lube inside, making a wet, obscene sound. “You hear that? He wants us to ruin him. He wants us to make him so full, so wrecked, he can’t walk tomorrow.”
I shivered, grinding back on his hand, the stretch sending sparks through my body. Dmitri watched, hand on my lower back, thumb circling my hole as Yuri worked me open.
“Hold him down,” Dmitri ordered, and suddenly both men had me, hands pinning my wrists, Maksim’s arm around my shoulders, holding me open and helpless.
Dmitri squeezed more lube over his cock, stroking it slow, letting the slick, sticky sound fill the room. He smeared some over my ass, rubbing the head against my hole, pressing in but not yet pushing all the way.
He bent over me, chest to my back, mouth at my ear. “Ready, pet? Ready for all of us to use you? Tell us you want it.”
My voice was shaky but clear. “I want it. I want to be filled. I want all of you.”
He laughed, low and pleased, then pushed in just a little. “Look at him,” Dmitri growled. “Taking it so well. Open for us. Greedy for cock.”
He pulled out, leaving me clenching around emptiness, then let Maksim take his place. Maksim slicked his cock with lube, then pressed against my hole, stretching me further, his thick shaft pushing in slow and steady.
I moaned, feeling myself stretch around him, body trembling. Maksim was rougher, hands gripping my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he started to fuck me, slow at first, then faster, making the bed rock.